My family lived there from 1968 to 1972, so it might have changed since then, but the last time I was there in 2018 it still felt the same. Very stratified - four classes of people:I'll bite. What's the issue with Port Alberni?
#1: folks who worked at MacMillan Bloedel, with distinct ranks of management, foremen, and then lowly clock punchers
#2: white folks who lived there but didn’t work in the mills
#3: First Nations folks, who were tolerated as long as they stayed away from the mills and didn’t get too uppity
#4: new inhabitants, unless they were mill management.
And my family was way down the sub list of category 4.
Story that illustrates category 4. My father was a school teacher, hired from out of Port Alberni, to become the principal of a primary school. Kindergarten to Grade 3, not exactly a high-prestige posting.
Reporter from the Alberni Times comes to our house, talks to my Dad, and takes a picture of my family.
Saturdays’ edition of the Times comes out. Front page is the family photo. Front page headline is “Outsider Appointed”.
This might have skewed my feelings toward Port Alberni, but nothing I’ve heard since than has made me feel better about that town.